In which Brandon continues his streak of...not being so bad? Like, I don't want to claw his rouge-highlighted cheeks off or anything. There are of course moments of his ass-faced-ness, but he's also dealing with yet another girl who seems to have some kind of borderline personality disorder. Although, maybe if I had witnessed (22-YEAR-OLD SPOILER ALERT!) a toddler being gunned down in a gangland-style shooting, as is the case with Hispanic Karla, I might be a little cracked myself. Anyway...let's hit this.
Friday, March 29, 2013
Tuesday, March 19, 2013
Season 1; Ep. 13 - Slumber Party: How Many Times Can I Type The Words "Slumber Party" In One Post? INFINITY.
SIIIIIIIIGH. THIS one. As I said at the end of my previous post, this episode was my bag when I was younger. I loved it. Because apparently talking about date rape, eating disorders, and boyfriend thievery, as well as...hanging out with the elderly (I'm looking at you, AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHNdrea) was where it was at? I...don't know. But seeing it as an adult makes me realize that it's actually really, really depressing. Not even Steve and Brandon (but mostly Steve, who is 41) getting grifted by Julie from Growing Pains and one of the girls from Weird Science can wash away the ick after viewing. Go get on your finest men's silk pajamas (shut up, Kelly) and let's rock this thing.
(Also: this episode kind of sucks, clothes-wise. I mean, the girls are in their PJs almost the entire time, and Steve and Brandon are in their horrible club gear the whole show...which thankgodfully does not include The Steve SAUNders Special, YAY, but does include Brandon's St. Elmo's Fire Blazer, BOO. But whatever. It's not like I've truly maintained this blog as an ode to Beverly Hills, 90210 fashion. It's obviously mostly been about my disproportionate hatred of one Brandon Walsh.)
Wednesday, March 13, 2013
Let me preface this one by saying: I don't have a full-on hate-boner for Brandon this episode. I actually kind of feel for the guy since he has to deal with some total whack-job teen mom who's either completely mental or suffering from severe postpartum psychosis. I'm going to go with the former, however. ANYway, let's do this dance.